Sei Duci Hated Nota Bene
To die
One must be alive
So where am I?
To cry
One must feel loss
No one to miss, empty tears dry
To fly
One must have wings
If only broken I could tumble and be gone
To lie
One must smile to the outside
While stumbling in darkness, wonder why?
To scrape by
One has fold up the heart
Knowing there is no second start
To be the butterfly
I must possess wings of beauty
Before being crushed by heavy winds
To justify
One must choose the rope or the knife
Before hanging on last goodbyes
To note
One must hold the pen with ink
Leaking words with last of drink
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